On Formulation

We'll all fade away
Not much to say but grace
I know it's all the same
I watched my kingdom came
And skipped the gates of Hades
Not hiding from the shade
It makes a sheltered place
Not much to say but grace
I skipped a hell of gates
But now it's time to face
Life is but a game
Control is but a phase
Not fond of past mistakes
I made the bed I laid
He filled it up with graves
His life will be defaced
We watch it fade away
Not much to say but grace

It's running deeper than thе catacombs in Paris
Damage running deeper than the catacombs in Paris
Damagе running deeper than the catacombs in Paris
I know he really likes me but I don't see how he'll manage
Damage running deeper than the catacombs